Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 58 The Future of Prey
It is normal for cold wind to blow. At least during Wang Chen's journey north, the heavy snow and cold wind in the cultivation world that almost made him despair were much colder than now.
However, this sudden gust of cold wind actually came from behind, which was a bit strange.
In order to find many smarter wild beasts, Wang Chen has entered countless caves. He knows very well that in a cave, unless it is ventilated on all sides, the flowing air must blow from the front and back directions, and will not blow horizontally.
"Is there really something trying to blow out my lights?"
"Then I'm a little bit..."
"I'm relieved." Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and felt inexplicably at ease.
If there really was some unknown being spying on him here, it would need to blow out the three fires that he had heard of but never confirmed before it could harm anyone.
Then this unknown existence...
"Isn't he even better than Zhang Dacai?"
When people associate, they will think of many things. In an instant, the ghost who was attached to the world just to give his daughter a few more spirit stones to enter the sect to practice, and his honest and unconfident face appeared, and then turned into endless void and a blue star.
Wang Chen turned around very naturally and then became alert.
In order to survive in the dangerous jungle, Wang Chen naturally has his own set of survival rules, and keen observation is one of them.
It was as if something here had changed unconsciously the moment he turned around.
Soon, he discovered the problem.
At this moment, on the bright red mural, the four terrifying ghosts, the four terrifying big heads, all turned around , with sharp teeth, long tongues and scarlet faces, four pairs of empty eyes without a trace of emotion stared at him closely, making Wang Chen's scalp explode slightly.
And the bloody head of the corpse lying on the ground in the mural actually turned around.
"This is……"
Wang Chen's gaze seemed to be attracted by a magnet and could not move at all.
I saw that face, although it was only engraved with a few strokes, I could recognize it clearly, it was clearly myself.
A bolt of fire was silently clasped in his hand, and with a move of his true power, the Qinggang Flying Sword floated beside him, with the cold sword tip pointing directly at the mural.
Together with the changes in the murals, all these actions took place silently. Except for the sudden movement of the Qinggang Sword's faint green light, everything was as quiet as a night sky without stars.
It was as if two equally quiet people were gazing at each other calmly across the mural.
Wang Chen was a little skeptical. If he hadn't clearly remembered that the heads of these ghosts had never turned to the front, he would have thought that he had remembered it wrong.
He began to recall the murals he had seen before. From beginning to end, monsters and tiny people were present throughout.
"It is obvious that the tiny person in this mural is me. If so, could it be that when I entered this tomb, there was a ghost following me closely in the darkness?"
Such thoughts made the darkness around him even deeper and colder.
The black fog seemed to be condensed from untouchable water mist. With the help of the sword light of the Qinggang Sword, Wang Chen seemed to be able to see the countless tiny particles that made up this darkness floating in the air.
In the silence, a dark shadow approached silently.
Almost subconsciously, the flying sword flashed with green light and stabbed forward. With a "clang" sound, it hit the hard wall of the cave and bounced back.
But the figure didn't move at all.
The green light slowly rose, and Wang Chen looked closely, only to see that the figure also existed in the mural, and the whole body seemed to be covered by a layer of black mist. Because at the very edge of the mural, it almost merged with the darkness, so Wang Chen thought it was a real person.
“This mural is literally changing, and it’s changing right before my eyes.”
"The black fog seems familiar..." The inexplicably changing murals made Wang Chen seem to have grasped something.
He suddenly turned his head and looked back the way he came.
It was pitch black, and the entrance was no longer visible.
Looking at the figure on the mural and the lingering black fog, Wang Chen remembered the ghostly protective power when Yin Shiyu was circulating his true power. This fog seemed to be able to connect to the world of the dead, and there were countless strange dangers hidden in it.
"Yin Shiyu he..."
"Is he dead?"
This is not an impossible thing. No matter whether it is Shui Yunyao or Yinshiyu, both of them are obviously ghost practitioners. The spells they use are closely related to demons and ghosts, and are eerie and strange.
If Yin Shiyu really practiced some magic that allowed him to continue existing as a zombie after his death, it would not be impossible.
Thinking of this, Wang Chen secretly felt a little regretful. If he had known that cultivators had the ability to resurrect after death, he should have burned them all in the first place.
The mural stopped changing at this point. Wang Chen walked forward cautiously, thinking at the same time.
There are several issues that cannot be explained due to lack of information:
First, Yin Shiyu did not appear as in the painting.
Second, the ghosts on the mural did not move at all, and I didn't feel their presence at all.
Third, the self in the mural is dead, but the current self is still alive and well.
"If this changing mural is not used to play tricks, then..."
“Could it be that what is shown above is just a possibility, or a future scenario?”
He thought this explanation was a bit ridiculous, but it was indeed the best explanation for the current situation.
So here comes the question.
When Yin Shiyu was fighting with Li Xun and others, he saw clearly that his body movements were extremely fast and he was far inferior to them, so why hadn't he caught up yet?
Wang Chen wanted to stop and think, but he couldn't, because he suspected that Yin Shiyu was trying to trick him from behind, and after resurrecting from the dead, Yin Shiyu had already summoned the Ghost King.
He wanted to walk faster, but he resisted the urge.
As a cultivator born as a hunter , he must, as much as possible, always maintain a cautious attitude and the intuition and suspicion that comes from wild beasts.
"If Yin Shiyu didn't catch up, it's because we can't make any big movements in this black fog, otherwise it will alarm some kind of existence."
"Or maybe the guy who blew a breath on me inexplicably in the black fog just now wanted to use the environment here to oppress my heart and try to scare me into running or something like that?"
"Then I will probably die if I run down."
Even Wang Chen felt that these speculations were a bit far-fetched, but sometimes being a little suspicious was not a bad thing. At least for the prey he had fought with, those who were not suspicious were all dead.
When he was a hunter, Wang Chen often put himself in the role of his prey in order to predict their movements.
At this moment, facing a place hidden with endless unknowns and great dangers, Wang Chen inexplicably felt that he was a prey.
In other words, he must play the role of prey well.
The prey that is smarter than the hunter will survive.
